Sometimes I pray to be awesome
and I wait for that gift to come.
LOL
Randomly weird compliments
We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.
Olympics 2014
I could have been an Olympian –
trust me, my efforts would be so bold –
but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –
and I don’t really like the cold –
if it weren’t for those few details though –
you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!
© 2013 ck’s days
You’re Still a Nice Person Shower
So, I just celebrated my 40th birthday last August. Forty and not married. As if in, still single. Do you know what irks me the most about being single in my forties? The fact I never received one gathering devoted to me receiving presents. In other words, a shower.
Your story sounds familiar…
My co-worker seriously started a story like this the other day:
“My cousin Vinny…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I rudely interrupted. “You have a cousin named Vinny?” She nodded her head and continued her story.
Later, a group of us discussed our high school teachers and how we only remember the naughty ones. You know, the ones that did something memorably bad.
The Perfect Snack
Looks like I need another cookie
I have a perfect snack, you see,
a snack in right in front of me.
Some milk and a homemade cookie.
A cookie made deliciously.
Don’t drink the milk speedily
keep it even as can be.
It can get a little tricky
to finish them jointly
my milk and yummy cookie.
© 2013 ck’s days
Super Bowl 48
Excitement in the air –
my team gets to play.
All season long they fought
and made it to the big day.
How many can you eat? I can eat 12.
I wanted a snack. Preferably a sweet treat. This is odd for me, I rarely crave anything sweet. But every once in awhile I do. Sometimes, not very often, I even get a hankering for chocolate. But this night, I just wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.
The problem: I don’t stock up on goodies because I don’t eat them fast enough.
Backing up
I told you it is possessed
Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota. It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up. It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story. So I decided to prove it. The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving. Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts? Hmmm. Continue reading
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